Dissonance

Sometimes, you catch yourself calling out to a person who doesn’t exist, his name halfway through your lips before you can correct yourself. Most of the time, you manage to laugh it off with all the grace of someone forcing together two mismatched puzzle pieces.Sometimes, though, you truly forget—and for a brief moment, you’re back where you belong. But “sometimes” isn’t enough, and “forgetting” isn’t reality.Or: when everything is the same, but not really.